The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1887-06-15

asked. drawing ner purse.
Mrs. Russell, whose covetous eyes fell
on the purse. was trying to fix on sum rs
exorbitant as possible, when her son said
Nothing, mother; take not a cent"
There was something so fierce in the
determined manner of the youthful farmer
| that Mrs. Russell was a little terrified, and
refused TO accept cent
Again Mrs. Norton thanked them, and
asked the bashful young farmer to assist
herself and daughter in the carriage. Oh,
how he felt his blood thrill in Lis veins as
he touched that plump little hand. flashing
with diamonds. The contrast between his
homespun clothes and her silk was very
great, but Miss Ola did not seem to no.
tice it.
The carriage rolled away, and with
deep sigh Walter turned to the farm, which
| had grown more commonplace and mean
than ever. He sighed, he blushed he
dreamed day dreams, and cursed his own
folly for dreaming them.
at is not for me; drudgery, toll, and
| hardships are alone for me-, he said, dis
contented with his lot.
Those fields, which were lovely with
verdure, and gave forth delightful odors
to others, had no charms for him.
A few weeks later, when he went to the
city, dressed in his best Sunday suit, the
banker invited him to his house, where he
met the blue eyed, golden haired divinity,
who again thanked him for his bravery and
daring, to which she owed her life.
The few moments were like a dream-a
delightful dream the awakening from
which he dreaded. She played and sang
very sweetly for him, and he was desper-
ately in love with her, yet realizing his
own inferiority, he dared not hope ever to
win Der.
How he met Ola Norton again and
again we need not tell; but be became less
reserved and more hopeful, and she seemed
to even give him encouragement. 1t was
only when he got down TO real stubborn
facts and cool reasoning that he was
forced to admit tina. Ola Norton was be-
yond him. The banker daughter marry a
country clown? Such thing was prepos-
ferrous.
The fact that he had been rather favored
by the banker, and when i'll the city had
even been a guest at his house became
rumored about, and his envious neighbors
took occasion to remark that they thought
walt Russell had more gumption than to
be stickin himself on people who thought
'emselves bettern him. Because he's saved
the girls life he thinks they're goin' to
give 'er to i'm. Id think he'd take hint
without bein knocked down with it."
These ungracious remarks reached his
ears, and caused him many heart pang
Walter thought that may be his FIR quent
calls at the bankers were becoming intru-
sions, and determined to know the very
worst the next time he met Miss Norton.
Hey, Walt, goin' tew town. asked
Tom Flynn, as he met the young farmer,
mounted on his prancing horse upon the
road.
Yes"
"Was thar Yesterday" SAID Tom, refining
in his horse. "Theys goin' ter be a big
weddini"
"Who?"
"Miss Norton, the gal We KEEP the horses
from KILN, they says goin' to marry Mr.
! Adolphus Malloy, the rich New Yorker. /
saw him in the bank. Oh, he's "A reglar
dewd."
Walter galloped on. The bright delu-
sion was dispelled, the sweet dream gone.
! Little did Tom Flynn dream of the amount
| of gall and bitterness his mischievous
words had caused. He hoped he had
blasted Walters happines, and cared not
| how miserable he made him.
The ride to the city was blurred with
misery, if not blank.
He had to pass the bankers suburban
residence, and as he did so he heard voices.
! Turning his eyes in that direction he saw a
no less parsonage than Adolphus Malloy
| himself.
There stood the dandy talking with the
banker, while Ola, more lovely than she
had ever appeared before, stood behind
her mothers chair on the portico.
Walter was partially screened by some
towering shrubbery, and involuntarily
checked his horse. The men were so close
| to him that he could hear what the soft
| toned Adolphus was saving:
IF you wish testimonials, Mr.. Norton
ahl Gavin furnish them, indeed Gavin. I'm
of one Of the best families in Ny Yark. l
make fair proposal for your daughter s
hand, and
"Mr. Malloy, you must consult with my
daughter herself about this matter" said
the banker. Get her consent, and then |
will hear you"
He has not got her consent yet, said
Walter, feeling the load on his heart
temporarily lightened. But he reflected
that it would not be long until the dandy
| had the girls consent, and then the weight
upon his heart seemed as oppressive as
ever.
The next two or three hours were like a
terrible dream to Waller. He wandered
mechanically about the city, hardly know
ing what had brought him to town, or
whittier he should go. Then he seemed
| DESTROYS of leaving.
1t was late in the day when he started for
his home. He was forced to go by the
bankers house, and it was as he rode
slowly by the garden wall that he overheard
voices in the summer house. Impelled by
some strange feeling, he drew rein and
| listened.
"No, Mr.. Malloy," the well-known voice
of Ola was heard saying, II can never be
more than q friend to you.
"What! do / understand that YOU refuse
my suit?" demanded the voice of AdolpLus
Malloy. quivering with rage.
Yes, sir"
"Do you reject me?"
IL do"
by heaven, girl, you shall be made to
repent this. You know not who l am.
am not person to be trihed with in that
manner"
"Do you tEreaten?"
81 do and you shall have cause to fear.
You shall be mine whether YOU wish to or
not, and this kiss shall seal our be-
trothal-"
"Oh, helpl help"
Walter never knew how he got over that
wall into the summer house. The first he
knew he was standing in the arbor clasp
ing the sobbing. frightened Ola to his
breast, while AIr. Malloy, bis brain consid-
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